Name: Coree Jawn Yulk
Art Alias: Burn. Coree had gotten this nickname due to her graffiti always resembling hot colors, such as vibrant reds, oranges, or yellows, along with her orange hair.
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Description: Coree has orange hair, messy with her bangs being swept to the side. Her eyes are a dark green, becoming softer in brighter light. Freckles pattern her skin. Her skin is a light pale, where her orange hair stands out amongst it. Her build is lean and slender, her waist usually hugged by tight clothing styles, such as tanks or long sleeved shirts. Coree is tall, standing at five feet and eight inches, naturally standing over her sister, while being the youngest one of the other sibling.
Personality: Coree is naturally shy, where she had shied away from large crowds or masses of people, intending to twiddle or thumbs or just express her artistic personality amongst walls, or on canvases. Coree is also ambitious due to her lack of ambition in her earlier years, where now she just assumes she's making up lost time for it. Her ambition usually ranges towards creating massive paintings, to soon be raved over by others. Coree lacks intelligence though, being born with A.D.D. made her a sufferer in a short attention span along with never fully passing school. Coree is photogenic and always tends to take photographs of her artwork, posting them to a blog she had created especially for her artwork. This blog had resulted in two fines and one appearance in court, as she had almost sued because of her posting graffiti in illegal property.
Specialties: Coree has no special abilities allowing her to have super-human speed, but she is capable of creating fine artwork out of fiery colors in red, orange, and yellow contrast.
Romantic interest: None yet.
History: Coree was born in the suburbs of New York City, working with her mother and sister in a bakery at the age of nine, creating pies and pastries in a sweaty, cramped area. After her younger brother had been born when she was eleven, she avoided her mother and father after realizing their attention was on the newborn child who cried obnoxiously. Her father became an alcoholic over the course of years and eventually had divorced the mother, leaving her grief-stricken and crying herself to sleep. Coree was numb, anything she heard was just a breeze tickling her skin, shock and stress creating her to become and individual in the world of depression, the corporate world decreasing, and the lovely system of all humans. Wake up, eat, work, sleep, and do it all over again. Coree found her particular relaxation in drawing, and she barely realized she had became a skilled artist until she had been working the walls of New York with all the spray-paint she could find in the corner-stores.
Other: None.